everyday.
it feels like i’m losing you more and more; piece by fucking piece. i guess you can say i’m going through that stage of depression where i’m irritable, angry, and scared. i don’t want to lose you. i know, i probably sound pathetic. writing about you. constantly. complaining about how i don’t have you. and how i screwed up. this is what you’re doing to me. it’s driving me insane.
today as i took my usual smoke break during school, i watched the sunset. and for some strange reason, i reminisced about laying with you. tracing the features of your face as you slept. i cried a little inside, knowing there’s a possibility that, that’ll never happen ever again. another part of me was happy, knowing i got to experience a love like ours.
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